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GOODBYE TO THE MOUNTAINS

It was a cleansing rain
to mend my soul.
And – in the place in which all the sins

can be forgiven with a tight hug-
I was born again,

light as the breeze of September.
The echo of my first cry
resonates among the mountains.
Suddenly a vague childhood memory stands out,

while, within your eyes
you show me the taste of an happy ending.
Share your secrets.
I don’t have any mouth
only ears to listen to your confused thoughts.
I’m into you
I cross your roads barefoot.
The stars are given once
We kept them in our palms

And -now that I have to set them free-
While I open my fingers one by one,

Let me cry
and shout to the trees
one last time.
A.M.

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